Toothy is ambitious; it dreams of becoming the richest Gretchin.
She also possesses the Gretchin typical of a scoundrel, able to act in front of Pike, instantly switching her attitude and hiding her hatred in her heart.
At the same time, it is familiar with the rules there and knows how to curry favor and climb the ranks.
Most importantly, it now has nothing and has a certain degree of trust in Lynn.
A person who has nothing but ambition is the best partner.
Lynn decided to support Toothy and let it take the lead.
They themselves hide in the shadows, acting as the mysterious, violent apparatus behind it.
This way, one can accumulate resources and reputation without prematurely revealing their true identity Seven-Smasha.
When the time is right, use Toothy's reputation to let them know that a brand new Orks clan has emerged in Squig Ranch.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to sink.
Before I even opened my eyes, I heard Toothy's voice explode in my ear:
"Get up! If you don't get up, there won't be any food!"
Lynn opened her eyes and saw that thin face close to hers.
It was dirty, but there was no malice in it.
"Come on, I'll take you to eat." Toothy pulled him up from the cardboard.
"The cafeteria has fresh braised meat today, but it'll be gone if you go too late."
Lynn followed Toothy outside in a daze.
The canteen was a shed built from scrap materials, with crooked iron sheets and plastic sheeting that rustled in the wind.
There were dozens of crooked tables inside.
Hundreds of Gretchin were queuing up, their teeth clenched, their eyes fixed longingly on the huge pot in front of them.
The food in the pot is mung bean curd, a specialty staple food made with Orks from Dorito.
Toothy inhaled the aroma, her eyes shining, and couldn't help wiping the drool from her mouth.
When it was their turn, Toothy traded one of his teeth for a large piece of stew.
He broke the jelly into three pieces, carefully wrapped two pieces in a rag and stuffed them into his bosom, holding the remaining piece in his hand.
One serving a day will last for three days.
It said this with a tone that carried the shrewdness typical of a minor character.
Lynn looked at the dusty, strange-smelling object, and his stomach churned.
But Toothy had already started eating, stuffing big mouthfuls into her mouth, making a mess all over her face.
Lynn did not choose to exchange for food.
He went to a grocery store next to the canteen and pushed all the money he had earned from shoveling manure all day yesterday, along with his two teeth, to the window.
"What do you want?" asked Gretchin inside wearing a one-way mirror.
"The pigment, I need purple."
That Gretchin stared wide-eyed at Lynn.
Looking at Lynn, who was wearing a tattered rag, he didn't seem like a Mekboy young man at all.
But it didn't ask any more questions; it's stupid not to fight back when you have teeth.
It turned out from behind a broken jar, which was half-filled with a murky purple liquid.
This is the lowest quality pigment; it has a pungent odor and a muddy color.
In the world of Orks, pigments are an essential resource.
Paint your clothes red and you'll run fast; paint them blue and you'll have good luck; paint them green and you'll be the best; paint them purple and you'll become invisible.
Therefore, the price of paint has remained high, Lynn was already quite satisfied that she could buy paint with just two teeth.
Lynn took the jar and carefully put it away.
Toothy watched in stunned silence.
"Why are you buying paint? You can't eat that stuff!"
Lynn smiled but didn't explain.
You'll find out when you get back.
The two walked back, passing through the crooked, dilapidated buildings.
Lynn began gathering information.
" Toothy, who's in charge here at the Muscle Squig Park?"
Toothy's eyes lit up, and she understood what Lynn was asking.
"You want to climb up?"
Lynn did not deny it.
Toothy lowered her voice and began to teach him.
Even a gang leader can't manage such a large area all at once, so each area has several officers.
There are three executives at the Muscle Squig Park, each in charge of two fences.
Each cadre has hundreds of Gretchin responsible for feeding, cleaning up poop, moving things, and repairing the fence.
The fence where Toothy lives is managed by a gang leader called " Xiaobudian ".
"The cadre in charge of that fence Awen," Toothy said, her tone filled with resentment.
"That guy is the worst; he took the most teeth but did the least work."
"Every night he would go to the tavern and get completely drunk, then he would curse and beat people up."
It didn't continue, because Toothy had also been whipped by Awen.
It was just that it was too embarrassed to say it in front of Lynn.
"How many people are around it?" Lynn asked.
"Usually a few dozen, I guess." Toothy thought for a moment.
Even fewer were drunk; most were passed out in taverns.
Lynn pondered for a moment, then said, "If Awen is gone, who can take his place?"
Toothy glanced at Lynn, and its eyes slowly lit up.
As a cunning Gretchin, it quickly understood what Lynn meant.
" Awen has two underlings; logically speaking, it should be their turn."
"But if someone kills Awen..." it whispered.
"Give the Xiaobudian more offerings, and that cadre will naturally become the one who kills it."
In the world of the Orks, the transfer of power doesn't have to be so convoluted.
If you win, the opponent's position will naturally be yours.
Of course, you also have to be prepared to face challenges at any time and be brought down by others.
Lynn smiled knowingly.
"There's no time like the present, how about tonight?"
Toothy's legs started to tremble. "Just, just the two of us?"
Are you scared?
Toothy swallowed hard.
She wanted to say she was afraid, but looking into Lynn's purple eyes, she swallowed the words back.
"Don't be afraid! What haven't I, Toothy, seen?"
Although it was trembling, its tone was already very firm.
"It's alright, I have a way to deal with them," Lynn said.
Back at his lodgings, Lynn began to work.
He took out the can of purple paint and dyed a rag he'd found in the trash heap purple.
Then, following his memory, he cut the cloth into something barely wearable, with a few holes and a rope.
An oversized "ninja outfit" appeared in his hands.
He put on the ninja outfit and tied it tightly with a rope.
Toothy stared at him, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.
The person is standing right there, but you can't notice them at all unless you look closely.
The purple figure seemed to blend into the shadows of the shack, like a wisp of non-existent air.
"You, you, how did you do that?" Toothy stammered.
Lynn was very satisfied with Toothy's performance and made the clothes into a ninja outfit, which seemed to enhance the invisibility effect.
"This was something I had in my mind when I was born; now I'm just bringing it to life."
Lynn didn't explain much.
"You'll be in charge of stopping them, and I'll be in charge of taking action."
This time, Toothy finally felt confident.
"Good!"